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Emily Hard, (Earl) 1868 - 1958 (Grandmother)
Emily Hard, (Earl) 1868 - 1958 (Grandmother)

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A brief glimpse of past reflections
on sepia photos.
A meeting of likeness to oneself
be it a wisp of hair
be it eyes
be it mouth
be it manner,
Countless thoughts and ideas
of life so long ago.
Hopes and life remain with the image
just dates of history and
a brief glimpse of past reflections.

Reflections from a little corner of the United Kingdom.My name is Joy Gale, this website is about my family past, with a little bit of history of the family and other poets who I feel drawn to

My Grandmother Emily was my mother's mother and the only Grand parent I knew. Emily married Alfred Hard in 1890 at Richmond,Surrey and they lived in Kew,(The Mews, This is still their) where they had eight children. Emily was a very keen needlewomen and did tailoring. This enabled the family to look very smart.The cottage accomodation was one large living room for everything and one bedroom for Emily and Albert and the children. The down stairs of the accommodation housed horses and a carriage, as Albert was a coachman.
Kew is famous all over the world because of The Royal Botanic Gardens which was converted from two estates.

The memories I have of her are when she lived with us during the war when I was a very small child. She was then a widow of some years.I remember her as a small round lady with soft silver hair.A gentle soul i never knew her to loose her temper. She always wore an overall pinafore in navy with little flowers. This was worn over her clothes. She taught me to sew and do embroidery, making buttonholes and to knit.After the war my Gran moved to Tottenham in London to live with my Aunt Emm. Which then meant I had a bedroom to myself. Later during the 50s my Aunt Emm bought a cottage in St Margarets Twickenham, where my gran moved with her to and spent the rest of her life there and died there aged 90 years.

"To forget one's ancestors is to be a brook without a source, a tree without a root". (chinese proverb)

God Knows

By Minnie Louise Haskins 1875-1957 Warmley Bristol which incidently is just a mile from where I live now.
The first 7 lines used by King George V1 during his Christmas
Broad cast to the nation at the outbreak of world war 2 to lift the
Spirits of the people. And used at the Queen Mother’s funeral on 30th March 2002 although not read out.

I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year,
‘Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.’
And he replied ‘ Go into the darkness and put your hand
Into the hand of God that shall be to you better than light
And safer than a known way!’
So I went forth and finding the Hand of God trod gladly
Into the night. *
And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day
In the lone East.
So heart be still what need our little life
Our human life to know, If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife of things both high and low,
God hideth his intention. God knows. His will is best.
The stretch of years which wind ahead, so dim to
Our imperfect vision, Are clear to God. Our fears
Are premature; In him all time hath full provision.

Then rest: until God moves to lift the veil from our
Impatient eyes, when as the sweeter feature of life’s
Stern face we hail, Fair beyond all surmise God’s
Thought around His creatures our minds shall fill.

I Remember

I remember infantile times
Of hopscotch in the street.
Playing two balls on the wall
In the summer sunshine heat.

Sowing seeds in a patch
Of Love Lies a Bleeding,
Collecting snails for a race
You won’t catch them for speeding.

Fishing along the river bank
For tiddlers and the like
Riding around the pathways
On a large three wheeler trike.

Looking at the search lights
Scanning the dark skies,
For escaping doodle bugs
Imagining we were spies.

Gate crashing a victory party
Time to celebrate.
Going on our first holiday
Donkey rides at Margate.

Winkle and cockle sellers
Shouting on a Sunday.
And all the steamy washing
Hanging about on Monday.

Titbits of past memories
That comes once in a while,
Thankfully those days are gone
Though they give a little smile.

Joyce Gale © 2000-2005

Last update 31st May 2011

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